The next morning we started with our daily ritual of bacon, egg, and cheese sammiches. Wash it down with a couple of beers, then off to explore. Our main area of exploration for the day was the river near our camp. We spent most of the day climbing boulders and shooting pictures. Yes, yes I was yelled at a few times for climbing on things I probably should have not been, but sometimes you just need to climb things. While we were out climbing we came across a fisherman that gave us some great ideas for more places to explore, wonderful. During the times we would return to the camp site, we would normally pass the time target practicing with slingshots or hitting rocks with the gulf club. Because it was such an exhausting day, we called it an early night to be ready for what's to come.
Saturday we awoke and started the morning routine, then packed ourselves up and headed to Longpoint (with a few scheduled and not so scheduled stops along the way.) We stopped at a few touristy attractions that were kinda cool but most importantly we started making plans for MT4 which will be white water rafting. Our main goal was to get to Longpoint but we had a few miscommunications with the directions (James said he knew where it was and he really didn't) So we drove around for quite sometime and walked about a half mile in the completely wrong spot. Eventually we found the 2.5 mile trail that took us to long point... Well worth the hike.
After this we returned to the camp site to make our famous Man Trip Chili and have a few drinks. Once the sun went down, the guitar and harmonicas, and song book came out. It was not long before a few of our neighbors came over and wanted to hear us play. Now these were real deep woods, drunk, high, throw motor oil on the fire, West Virginians. We found that not only they, but other people as well like our music. One guy even told us on his way out "That was some mighty fine pick'n and a'grin'n last night" We thanked him.
Sunday was our last full day there and we were exhausted from days prior. We pretty much laid low other then a good whiffle ball game in the rain (won by the one and only MDM). That night it was too rainy for a fire so we played a good old fashion game of Euckre.
Monday we packed up and headed back to James's house. We took showers and attempted to have another fire that night but again, we were rained out. The night ended up being beers, music, and fireworks in the garage... not bad.
Finally, tuesday. This was the morning we left for home. The town wanted to give us a good bye we would never forget so since they had just finished building a new bridge from Ohio to West Virginia, they decided to blow the old one up right before we left. This was a wonderful experience that will not soon be forgotten. An explosion that hit your chest from a half mile away. Amazing.
Overall, MT3 was a huge success.
Grace be with you

3 comments:
sounds incredible...wish i coulda been there. whiffle ball game wasnt all that fair really since you have had a lot of prior experience whiffle balling....see you soon guy.
I told them it was my first time.
man sounds wonderful your beautiful
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